Rocks

by M. J. Lawless

  “Half an hour, I think.” A sly smile began to form on her face. “And I think I know how we can spend the time.”

  He frowned at her. “What on earth are you talking about?”

  “For fanden da også,” she sighed.

  “What?”

  “It’s ‘for fuck’s sake’ in Danish.”

  “Do you always curse in Danish?” he asked.

  She shook her head and her smile broadened once more. “No,” she replied. “I can curse in seventeen languages—and I can tell you to fuck me in twenty-four.”

  Hayden was stunned and compliant as she led him down the steps to a lower deck. They could hear various shouts and cries and Karla put a finger to her lips as she tried the door to a nearby cabin. No one was inside and, as he slipped into the room, some kind of galley kitchen, she shut the door and locked it.

  Immediately she fell on him, her hands all over his body and her mouth pressed to his. Hayden struggled against her futilely, but she was fierce and determined.

  “What the hell are you doing?” he hissed between wet kisses. “Aren’t we in enough trouble already?”

  “Yes,” she grinned, tugging at his trousers. “Fucking great, isn’t it?”

  “Are you like this all the time?”

  “Oh no! I try to live most days so that there’s at least some mild peril going on, but this is definitely turning into something R-rated. I just want to make sure it’s a triple-X feature as well. Now come on—cogeme fuerte!”

  “What?” he asked, confused.

  She latched her mouth onto his ear, half biting it as her hands grappled with the growing lump in his trousers, pausing only to whisper: “I thought you’d know the Spanish for ‘fuck me hard’.”

  “I’m willing to learn,” he said, his own hands dragging now at her jeans, yanking downwards so that her thighs became visible as they parted to allow him between her legs.

  “You better fuck me so hard that I can’t stand up. I’m getting wetter than the Irish Sea,” she groaned.

  “That’s… that’s kind of weird,” Hayden muttered, moving his hands now to his shirt and dragging apart the few buttons that Karla hadn’t ripped open, “but also incredibly horny.”

  Karla felt as though she was going to burn alive as she watched Hayden strip out of his shirt, dragging the cloth over his shoulders to reveal those amazing arms and chest. His face was bruising and there were finger marks around his neck from where Lars had tried to strangle him, while the blood on his lip was having a very strange effect on her.

  “Is it very bad for me to admit just how much seeing blood is turning me on?” she asked hoarsely.

  “Not at all,” he growled, letting his shirt drop to the floor while he returned his attention to her jeans, dragging them off as she jumped up onto the side. “It’s meant to be the effect that Spanish bullfighters have on women all the time. And to tell you the truth, I’m as horny as fuck right now.

  And as he dropped his own trousers she could see that was the truth. She was glad she was sitting down because—amidst all the excitement—the sight of that thing once more would have made her collapse into a gibbering heap. As it was, when he came towards her, his erection standing proudly in front of him, she opened her bare legs and dragged him between her thighs, one hand snaking down and grappling his thick shaft.

  “You weren’t joking,” he said. “Bloody hell—you are wet!”

  “Fuck foreplay,” she whispered, biting his ear once more. “Let’s fuck.”

  She was so excited that he slid into her almost to the hilt, though even in her manic state she could feel him stretching her in that delicious way she had experienced twice before. Hayden’s mouth fell onto hers, and she could taste his sweat, his hunger, his passion as his tongue slid between her lips, tangling desperately with her own. His fingers gripped her buttocks like vices, lifting her up so that he could push the last remaining part of him inside her, and she gasped and fell back on the side, her arms flailing out and catching a pan which clattered to the floor.

  “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she began to stammer. This was impossible! An orgasm was building up inside her immediately and her heart was starting to flutter in her chest.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, staring at her with those deep blue eyes of his. Another twitch down below, another flutter in her chest.

  “Kæft og kneppe mig,” she groaned, dragging him back to her mouth again as his hips began to buck, filling her easily now. Hayden didn’t need a translation this time and she could feel the head of that huge, delicious cock bashing against her cervix with each thrust.

  She was gasping, gripping onto his shoulders, dangling from him as he took her there. With one hand he roughly shoved her sweater up her chest, half exposing her breasts as he pulled a nipple from the bra, sucked it and bucked away as though his life depended on it.

  Her orgasm came and she clenched him, but still he didn’t stop, his cock sliding out almost to the tip and then forcing its way back inside her so that her whole body shook and shuddered. She began to cry out and wail, making him lift a hand which he slammed against her mouth. She bit him hard for that, her sex clenching around his shaft, and then she sucked on his fingers, her own green eyes flashing as she stared at him in lust.

  “Oh god, oh fucking god!” she gasped when his hand moved away at last, the fingers wet with her spittle. Then she realised he was pulling out of her. “What are you doing?” she wailed. Before she could begin screaming in frustration and anger, two powerful hands gripped her hips and dragged her to the floor before flipping her over, as easily as though she was a rag doll.

  As she looked over her shoulder, her buttocks pushed up into the air as Hayden lowered his own hips slightly, the look on his face was almost enough to start another orgasm in its own right. His brow was furrowed, his dark hair flopping forward and sweat beading the skin. His eyes were fixed on her buttocks while, one hand pulling her cheeks apart, he guided himself into her with the other. His lips were curled into a snarl, blood mixing with his sweat, and the cords and sinews of his neck and shoulders stood out with exertion, the top of his chest flushing red.

  And then he entered her again—and this time it was enough to make her cum.

  Her arms flailed once more, seeking something to purchase as he slammed into her so hard that she was lifted bodily from the floor. Utensils and plates were scattered, some of them smashing by their feet, but Hayden pressed her against the side ferociously, utterly dominating her with his body as he forced himself deeper inside.

  “You want that? You want that?” he growled again and again. “Oh shit! You want more?”

  “Yes! Oh god, YES!” she screamed. Once more his hand was clamped around her mouth and he dragged her up, arching her back as he slammed into her. She couldn’t breathe and bright lights were flashing in front of her eyes, her loins exploding with the intensity of this brutal fuck. When at last he released her mouth, she turned her head and hung onto his lips, a wet, passionate kiss that lasted until his shaft began to swell and swell and swell.

  Dropping her head, Karla whimpered, then she groaned, and at last she screamed again. This time he didn’t try to stop her. Instead, his own head thrown back, both his hands on her buttocks, he bellowed as he poured all of himself into her. His own orgasm seemed to last an age, triggering what felt like an earthquake inside Karla. When he stopped and slumped forward onto her, she thought she would fall onto the floor but instead he had enough strength to hold her up until, at last, he slid out of her and dropped to the floor. She slithered down to sit beside him.

  “Wow! I thought the other two times were fantastic, but that definitely went up to eleven. Mind you, I’ve never had sex after someone’s tried to kill me, so it’s probably just hormones and adrenaline and stuff. So don’t get any ideas about bragging to your partners in crime.”

  “Partners in crime? Do you think I run some sort of bloody consortium here?”

  Karla’s eyes glazed over at the thoug
ht.

  “If they were all like you, perhaps I just might have to submit myself for inspection,” she replied with a faint smile.

  Hayden slapped a hand to his forehead. “Will you just try and concentrate for a moment? We have to get off this bloody ferry!” He grabbed her hand and began to pull her towards the stream of people preparing to leave for shore. “What the hell have I let myself in for,” he muttered beneath his breath.

  There was a banging noise on the door.

  “Shit!” hissed Hayden. “Someone must have heard that racket you were making.” He began to scrabble around for his clothes.

  While he was doing that, Karla, bold as brass, stood up and went to the door. She was still naked from the waist down, and a beautiful mess from the waist up.

  “What are you doing?” Hayden hissed in a panic but she ignored him.

  On the other side stood two sailors. There would have been a time when Karla, flush with her recent successes, would have dragged them both in and given them a proper Irish welcome. But not today. She was trembling slightly as she stood boldly in the doorway, but it was not from fear.

  “Bloody Nora,” said the youngest one blushing. His eyes flickered away but then, Karla noted, immediately returned to her bare crotch.

  “I’m, I’m sorry, ma’am,” the older sailor replied. He was plainly flustered, but also realised that a half-naked beauty was not going to stop him from doing his job. “There’s been a disturbance. We’re looking for some maniac who seems to be running around the ship with a gun.”

  “Oh, how terrible,” Karla replied, her voice betraying only the slightest huskiness. “I’m sorry, we didn’t hear anything. My husband and I are going to Dublin for our honeymoon and… well, as you can see, we got caught up in other things.”

  Hayden, still trying to pull on his shirt, paused for a moment to wave weakly at the two men. His smile was dreadful.

  “Is there something wrong, sir?” the older man called out. “Can we call for assistance?”

  Karla gave a coquettish laugh and glanced back at Hayden with a sparkle in her eyes. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” she said, a faint growl in her voice. “We tend to get a bit carried away sometimes, don’t we dear.”

  Hayden nodded, saying nothing.

  “Bloody Nora,” the young sailor repeated and then, more quietly: “Lucky sod!” His older companion glared at him before returning his attention to Karla, steadfastly refusing to look at her below the waist.

  “Well, sorry to disturb you ma’am, though you really shouldn’t have come in here—”

  Before he could rise to his full indignation, Karla lifted one hand and placed it on his chest, moving her naked lower half closer to his crotch. “I’m so sorry,” she said with feigned innocence. “It was just our first proper night together, and we just couldn’t wait. All we wanted was a little privacy.”

  That was too much for him. Blushing, he firmly pushed her back into the galley before catching hold of the door and pulling it shut. “Sorry to disturb you both!” they heard him yell.

  Giggling, Karla came back down and collapsed beside Hayden. He stared at her in amazement. “Honeymoon?” he asked.

  She flashed him another smile and felt her eyes moistening slightly. “Well, that’s what it feels like.”

  “But we’ve known each other—what—three, four days?”

  “That’s a long-term commitment for me,” she purred, nestling her head against his chest.

  Chapter Fifteen: Hayden

  “God,” Karla sighed. “I don’t think I’ve ever needed a cigarette more than I do right now.”

  “You don’t really smoke, do you? I thought that was all part of your act.” Hayden was genuinely shocked. They were sitting in a cafe in Dublin, watching the passengers stream away from the ferry. Both of them had decided that the normally lax port security would be on full alert while hunting for an armed madman. “I don’t think I want to declare to customs that I’ve had three bloody good orgasms already this morning,” Karla had snickered. Hayden had taken a certain pride in that but had no desire to try and sneak out without a passport, and so the pair of them were drinking coffee and waiting for her Uncle Coilin to arrive.

  “It’s alright for you, mister high and mighty,” Karla replied, raising one eyebrow. “You look like you work out at least twice a day—not that I’m complaining, mind. Me, I prefer the gin and fags diet to keep me slim.”

  Hayden shook his head. “It’s bad for you.”

  “Oh, come on!” she gasped, raising her hand to pat him gently on the cheek. He’d cleared away most of the blood but his nose was still large and red and his shirt looked as though it had been borrowed from a passing tramp. “Doing things that are bad for me is my whole way of life.” She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. “You’re very lucky, you know. I was monoconjugal until I met you. I made it a point of honour never to have sex with a man more than once.”

  He returned her kiss, letting the warmth of her linger on his lips before sitting back again. He glanced around nervously. A couple of Dublin Garda were asking questions of the passengers as they passed through passport control in the distance. “You’re sure your uncle will be able to find us?”

  “No problem.” Karla lifted her cup and sipped from it, her green eyes glittering as she looked at him. “I still had that phone I filched from the trollop you were expecting yesterday—what was her name again?”

  “Chantelle,” Hayden replied with a sigh. “I’m surprised she hasn’t blocked it yet.”

  “Me too,” Karla said with a grin. Then her expression became more serious. “Mind you, if you ever sleep with her again, I’ll kill you.”

  Hayden opened his mouth to speak but instead shook his head. “I don’t like being told what to do,” he muttered under his breath.

  “That makes two of us. But seriously, I can’t remember the last time I let someone shag me without a condom. If you’ve given me anything, I’ll cut your not-so-wee-willy-winky off before you can so much as blink. If we’re to be an item, there’ll be no more hookers—capiche?”

  “What is this now, the bloody Godfather?”Hayden grumbled. Then his brow furrowed. “An item?”

  Karla placed her cup down on the table carefully. When she returned her eyes to his, Hayden could see that there was something steely in her gaze.

  “Do you have a problem with that?”

  “Er, well, no,” Hayden began to explain. “It’s just a bit… sudden, isn’t it?”

  To his horror, the fierce expression on Karla’s face began to soften. Her eyes began to fill up and he saw that her lip was trembling. “I knew it,” she sobbed. “You weren’t interested in me at all. All that about coming to save me was a bloody lie! All you wanted was the diamond!”

  Her voice was rising and Hayden leaned forward, making soothing noises and trying to calm her down as he looked frantically towards the Garda. They hadn’t noticed the pair—yet.

  Karla batted away his hands for a few moments and then, without warning, her face creased up in laughter. “Gotcha!” she yelped. “God! You men are so fucking easy to wind up.”

  “That wasn’t funny,” Hayden growled.

  “You should have seen your face. Jesus! And I thought I had commitment issues!”

  He could feel his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “What do you expect? I don’t even know your name—not your real one. And I sure as hell am not happy that you know mine.”

  “What, don’t you like someone you’re sleeping with to know your name?”

  “Especially not someone I’m sleeping with. Anyway, how did you find out about me?”

  Karla picked up her cup again, sipping it as her eyes twinkled humorously. “I asked around. You’re a very interesting man, Hayden Carter. Quite a whiz kid from what I can tell. Weren’t you big in some fancy computer stuff once?”

  He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so.”

  “So what happened?”

  “I got bored. Look,
I don’t want to talk about this.”

  “Well I do.”

  He watched her for a moment. She was clearly enjoying his predicament and so he leaned forward. “If we’re going to start sharing our life stories, why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself. I take it since this uncle of yours lives in Dublin, you’re originally from here.”

  She smiled enigmatically. “No, though I did study here. Uncle Coilin has to travel here, which is why we’ve got to wait.”

  “What does this Uncle Colin of yours do?”

  “Coilin. You’ll find out soon enough.” Again that smile.

  “Okay then, you’re not from Dublin and you won’t tell me your name. At least let me know how old you are.”

  Karla’s eyes glittered. “It’s rude to ask a lady her age.”

  “You’re no lady. I’m pretty sure of that.”

  Her nostrils flared slightly at this, a precise, beautiful gesture. “Well, I’m younger than you, but that’s not hard.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “Don’t worry!” She laid a patronising hand on his arm. “I like older men.”

  “I’m not old!”

  “Oh, come on Hayden. It’s been a while since you’ve seen your thirtieth birthday. You’re not exactly ancient, I’ll give you that, but you certainly display a… physical maturity, if it’s not exactly matched by your emotional demeanour.”

  “Mature? Mature?” Hayden could feel his temper rising but he calmed himself. “Okay, okay. You won’t tell me your real name, you won’t tell me your age, you won’t tell me where you’re from. Let’s try something else.”

  She raised one eyebrow, sipping her coffee and staring at him. The twinkle remained in her eye. “This sounds interesting. Want to know all about my sex life?”

  “I can work that out for myself,” he said a little too quickly. He suddenly realised that he both wanted to know everything about her—but that his jealousy wouldn’t be able to cope with the truth. Mastering himself, it was his turn to smile. “I was thinking of something different.”